This choice: Laura, The Shy Pre-Med Student • Go Back...Chapter #2Laura, The Shy Pre-Med Student by: Lok Laura didn't even notice her phone buzz as she typed furiously on her laptop. She sat on her usual spot for work, practically holed up in the corner of her room on her bed, her glowing laptop in front of her, her phone next to her leg. She moved a strand of hair out of her eyes as she proofread the last paragraph she wrote, shaking her head and typing again furiously.
The door rattled and Amy strolled in, throwing her bag on the ground. "Sup"
Laura barely glanced up from her screen. "Hey, how was class?"
Amy hopped on her bed, peeling off her shoes and pants. "Didn't go, decided to smoke a bowl with Austin instead." She pulled her shirt over her head and walked over to their full length mirror. Laura peeked at Amy's body. She really liked how pale Amy's skin was, almost a porcelain white. The curve of her breasts had fascinated Laura's mind since they met, but...no...she had to stay focused on school work.
Amy turned and glanced at Laura, she walked to her wardrobe. "There's a party on Front Street tonight, Frat Party I think. Wanna come?" She pulled a provocative short dress from her closet and pulled it on, the black fabric hugging her breasts tightly, showing a lot of cleavage. The tight material barely extended past her firm ass.
Laura shook her head. "No, sorry, I've gotta get this essay done before tomorrow."
Amy snorted "When's it due? November?"
"No,"Laura muttered under her breath "Last week of October..."
"I don't wanna force you, but there should be some hot guys there, hmm? Hot single guys?"
"Tempting, but no, sorry."
"Suit yourself, I'll be back later then." Amy turned and walked out the door.
Laura sighed, perhaps she was working too hard. Maybe she did deserve a break. She picked up her phone to check her email when she noticed a new icon next to the Mail. Hmm She thought That's new. She debated for a moment whether or not to click it, then figured why not, phone viruses are rare anyways.
Well that's stupid She looked at the plain interface. "Enter Your Command" stared at her from the top of the page, the text box and microphone button underneath.
What sort of command does it mean? Like a software command, or something it can do? She looked at it for a moment. "Screw it." She typed into the box experimentally: My paper is done.. Upon hitting enter she heard a sparking sound, she noticed her monitor flicker slightly. What the... She looked at her screen, her entire paper now laid out in front of her.
She looked at the monitor, back at her phone, then back at her monitor. She stopped breathing for a moment This thing....did my essay for me. She thought for a moment, then pulled up her grades on the computer. Her Organic Chem grade still sat there from Freshman year, still a B-, her lowest grade. She typed into the app I received an A in Organic Chemistry.
Once again, her monitor flickered, and now her grade reflected proudly that she received an A. No only that, but suddenly memories flooded her mind: studying extra hours, creating intense study guides, cheating on the midterm with notes, blowing her professor for a final GPA boost...
She shook her head rapidly. Was that her? Did this app change who she was as a person, not just the grade? She expelled the thoughts from her head as she looked at her phone again, many different thoughts entered her mind all at once. Everything she had ever dreamed of happening was now at her fingertips, all she had to do was tell the app....but where to begin? indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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